The sea's surface.
A slender, gaunt, blind saintess stood upon the wind.
"What a pity… A tier-three magic treasure can be self-destructed with a single thought from its cultivator. Seizing one is truly difficult."
She seemed quite regretful. With a flick of her fair hand, she tossed the fragments of a brass bell into the sea.
"Still, capturing this divine soul is a good enough prize…"
The Blind Saintess's smile was serene as she extended a slender, pale hand.
A divine soul, its face a mask of terror and faintly resembling Shenling, darted left and right in her palm.
But like an insect under a glass dome, it had no escape!
"Your Holiness, the Evil Celestial Auk's injuries are manageable. After consuming some Spiritual Objects, it should recover in a month or so…"
Navasen materialized. He bowed his head, his attitude respectful, even… fearful!
'This Saintess… Isn't she a little too strong?'
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.
